This is a song about "Contact"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I'm such a wonder, contact the mic, infinite rhymes,

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I'm a psychopath with a viscous path to make fatal contact